Blackfoot Forest When the darkness falls.

Zhavvi quirked up her lips. "If you head explodes will I become Khaleesi?," she grinned. It was clear that Zhavvi wasn't really meaning that. She didn't want to get the throne in that way. She would defeat her father one day and then she would be the mighty Khaleesi. For now Zhavvi was still keen on being a follower and learn form her father but if her father was making her do things that she would dislike she might go in protest and fight him for it. Hopefully he would be surprised by her fighting skills. First she needed to train hard.

"You are worried that I can't handle myself alone," the girl spoke bitterly. "I love you, father. But you need to calm down. I am an adult now. You can't keep me as your pretty sidekick being useless. I want to contribute to the Khalas. I want to be a warrior," she returned proudly. And Rakharo was not going to keep her from doing that. Zhavvi was a rebel in that department and she wasn't going to let her father tell her what to do. Only sometimes. To make him believe he was still in control of her.